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Your father held your hand and said huskily, 'Edwin, don't leave us! Your mother clung to you weeping, and said, 'Edwin, stay! Your sisters " "I want to know what " Psmith went to the table, and cheered himself with a sip of tea. Spiller's sad case had moved him greatly. The victim of Fate seemed in no way consoled. "It's beastly cheek, that's what I call it. Are you new chaps?"
Outwood received them with the motherly warmth which was evidently the leading characteristic of his normal manner. "Ah, Spiller," he said. "And Smith, and Jackson. I am glad to see you have already made friends." "Spiller's, sir," said Psmith, laying a hand patronizingly on the study-claimer's shoulder a proceeding violently resented by Spiller "is a character one cannot help but respect.
Spiller's face was crimson, and Robinson's coat-sleeve still bore traces of garden mould. Mike felt rather conscious of the eyes, but Psmith was in his element. His demeanour throughout the meal was that of some whimsical monarch condescending for a freak to revel with his humble subjects. Towards the end of the meal Psmith scribbled a note and passed it to Mike.
With the kindly aid of a guide who knows the lie of the land, I have been making a short tour of the dormitories. I have poured divers jugfuls of water over Comrade Spiller's bed, Comrade Robinson's bed, Comrade Stone's Spiller, Spiller, these are harsh words; where you pick them up I can't think not from me. Well, well, I suppose there must be an end to the pleasantest of functions.
Spiller smiled indulgently at the love portion of the narrative, but was impressed by the test Lavinia had gone through at Pope's Villa and by Gay's belief in her future. In Spiller's opinion there was no reason why Lavinia should not succeed as a comedy actress. Her want of experience was nothing. Her natural vivacity and intelligence were everything. Experience would soon come.
"What, are you that saucy little baggage? By the Lord, let me look at you again." Spiller's laughing eyes roamed over her from head to foot and his shrewd face wrinkled into the quizzical expression which had often times sent his audience into a roar. Lavinia laughed too. "Aye, you haven't lost the trick of sending a look that goes straight as an arrow to a man's heart.
"Spiller's, sir," said Psmith, laying a hand patronisingly on the study-claimer's shoulder a proceeding violently resented by Spiller "is a character one cannot help but respect. His nature expands before one like some beautiful flower." Mr. Outwood received this eulogy with rather a startled expression, and gazed at the object of the tribute in a surprised way.
Lavinia went to her first rehearsal in a strange confusion of spirits, but came through the ordeal successfully. She was letter perfect, and she remembered all Spiller's instructions. Mr. Huddy was pleased to say that he thought she would do. She left the theatre for her lodgings in Little Queen Street in a flutter of excitement.
Bridget, have you any idea which is the nearest pawnshop to this?" "Oh, ma'am, there's Spiller's round the corner, and there's Davidson's in the main road. Now, Miss Egerton, I am most certain Miss Jasmine wanted to hear about the pawnshop for the sake of improving her mind, and for that reason only. I wish you would stay, ma'am, and have your cup of tea, for you look real tired."
Everybody who had any acquaintance with Clare Market knew Jem Spiller. So much so that a tavern there was called after him. "Faith, young madam, I've seen you before," said he. "Where, pray, was it?" "I've sung inside the 'Spiller's Head' more than once a year and more ago," returned Lavinia with the demure look which was so characteristic and at the same time so engaging.
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